A gust of mountain wind blew over, and Qiaohong's mind turned a few times. He recalled that when she peeked in the house earlier, he seemed to be aware of her sideways gaze.

Her heart beat rapidly again.

A bold guess suddenly came to mind.

He actually has her in his heart.

Otherwise, he could go directly to his good brother's training ground, so why would he take a detour to the tea garden?

He came to the tea garden probably just for her, but he had to leave early because something happened.

If this is the case, then he will definitely come back again when he is free.

If he really didn't feel anything for her, he wouldn't have looked back when she peeked at him.

Yes, that's definitely the case.

He must have seen those socks and understood her thoughts, and he responded.

The more Qiao Hong thought about it, the more excited she became, and everything in front of her suddenly became cute and vivid again.

Mrs. Zhang yelled at her to go back to eat.

Qiaohong responded from a distance and trotted back.

When Qiao Hong arrived, Blacksmith Luo and Xu Yuanming were already drinking with the cold vegetables and peanuts on the table.

At the end of spring, the weather was a bit dry, so Blacksmith Luo rolled up his sleeves to his arms and rolled up his trousers to his knees.

Qiaohong brought the white steamed buns to the table and accidentally touched one of her chopsticks to the ground.

When she leaned over to pick it up, she immediately saw the socks on Blacksmith Luo's feet.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his chopsticks fell to the ground again.

Mrs. Zhang came right behind Qiao Hong, also holding a bowl of porridge in her hand.

Zhang was secretly surprised by Qiaohong's appearance.

She put the porridge basin on the table, leaned down to pick up the chopsticks, patted Qiao Hong, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?"

With this shot, Qiaohong came back to her senses instantly.

Her face looked particularly ugly, and the blood seemed to have been drained away in an instant.

"I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go back to the house and lie down for a while."

After saying these words, Qiaohong turned around and ran back to her house, slamming the door shut with a clang.

At the table, Blacksmith Luo and Xu Yuanming looked at each other with their wine cups just brought to their lips.

Mrs. Zhang straightened up, frowned and said, "What's going on with this girl? She's been out of her mind all morning..."

Xu Yuanming quickly interrupted Zhang: "Don't talk nonsense. She said she wasn't feeling well, so just let her lie down for a while. It's not a big deal."

Blacksmith Luo also reacted and said with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, you should hurry up and take a look."

Mrs. Zhang nodded apologetically, "That's no excuse. You can continue drinking."

Blacksmith Luo waved his hand: "Nothing, nothing, I'm not an outsider."

In the house, when Mrs. Zhang came in, she found that the pillows on the bed had been thrown to the ground, while her daughter Qiaohong was lying on the bed, her face buried in the quilt, her shoulders hunched up and down as if she was crying.

This frightened Ms. Zhang. She hurried to the bedside and asked urgently: "What's going on, my daughter?", while her hands touched Qiaohong's back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her fingers touched Qiaohong's back, she threw her away.

"Don't come near me, I'm so annoying!"

She continued to bury her face in the quilt and said angrily.

Mrs. Zhang stood beside the bed, leaning forward slightly, looking at Qiaohong, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Weren't you fine before..."

"Tell your mother what grievance you have, and she will help you find a solution together..."

"Shut up! Leave it alone! Get out!"

Qiaohong's sharp scream frightened Mrs. Zhang again, and she quickly stood up from the bed and stepped back.

He looked at the girl on the bed with horrified eyes. He really couldn't figure out what was going on! Why did he look like he was going crazy?

As for Qiaohong, she was lying in the quilt with tears streaming down her face, feeling aggrieved and disappointed.

There is another thing that is broken little by little.

Those were the socks that she had stayed up for several nights to sew for him stitch by stitch, with her favorite camellia embroidered on them.

He actually saw it, so he should understand what she was thinking.

But he changed her heart and gave it to a bad old man. Is it interesting to trample on her heart like this?

He also deliberately walked into the tea garden and let her see it on purpose. Even if he refused, couldn't he be more open and honest?

It turned out that he was such a cold and heartless man that she was blinded.

The noise in the house also alarmed the people outside. Seeing Xu Yuanming's absent-minded look, Blacksmith Luo said, "If you're worried, go over and have a look!"

Xu Yuanming withdrew his gaze and waved his hands in embarrassment, "You don't have to look, that girl is spoiled. She can do whatever she wants with the children. It will be fine in a while. Come on, Brother Luo, let's go with another one."

When the sun went down, Blacksmith Luo left the tea garden.

Qiaohong got into trouble and ran into the house from then on, and almost didn't come out the whole day. Even lunch was delivered to the house by Mrs. Zhang.

"I don't know who I'm angry with. I'm pouting and making a long face. I won't eat the food, and I won't pay attention to her when I talk to her. This bad temper is all caused by you."

When Xu Yuanming came back from work, Madam Zhang brought him spring water to wash his face and feet. When Xu Yuanming asked about Qiaohong, Madam Zhang muttered with a drooped face.

Xu Yuanming washed his face and feet in silence, frowning.

After Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, Xu Yuanming said to Mrs. Zhang: "I guess I can guess some."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Zhang asked in surprise.

Xu Yuanming's eyebrows knitted even tighter, and he said to Mrs. Zhang in a low voice: "My daughter is older and has her own thoughts. There are some things we can help with, but there are some things we can't help with."

"Master, what do you mean...?"

Mrs. Zhang was confused. She felt that of the father and son, one was going crazy for no apparent reason, and the other was talking mysteriously. She was tired of being caught in the middle.

Xu Yuanming sighed and looked at the room beyond the teahouse, his face full of anxiety.

"Hey, I don't know if my guess is right or not. I'm afraid this girl is obsessed with her and is worried about gain and loss like this."

"Is your heart moved?"

Zhang's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help but feel a little happy the next moment.

"Who is it? Who is she attracted to? Tell me quickly so I can figure it out."

When Xu Yuanming saw Zhang's eagerness, his eyes instantly bloomed and he couldn't help but shake his head.

No wonder the mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more the more she looks at it. She hasn’t even seen it yet, but just listening to it makes her excited.

"Don't be too happy too early, and don't ask around. That girl's ambition is too high, and she can't reach it."

Mrs. Zhang was not happy when she heard this, and put her hands on her hips: "Who is so tall that my daughter can't reach her? My daughter is so handsome..."

"General Luo!"

"Which General Luo?"

"Who else could there be? Our boss Yang Ruoqing's husband, General Luo Fengtang Luo!"

"What?"
Chapter completed!